Chapter XIII—Blue Monday

Everything started wrong Monday morning when Amy found that Evelyn was going to return some violets Mr. Apthorpe sent her. “It’s disgusting,” she said, “for they have an orchid in them.” And then she stood looking out of the window and tapping on the glass with her finger-tips. “Going to rain all day,” she said next. “I know it will; slow rains like this always do. And I haven’t a decent thing for fall wear. . . . Look how the leaves are blowing—must have come for blocks. It’s a horrid time!” And then she sat down …